In a world so cold, where dreams seem far,
A humble man stands, beneath the evening star.
With calloused hands and a heart so pure,
He sacrifices all, for his children's future.
No silver spoons, just love to share,
In the depths of hardship, he's always there.
A silent hero, with dreams put on hold,
For his two precious gems, worth more than gold.
Oh, the sacrifice of a father so true,
In the shadows, his love shines through.
With empty pockets and a heart so grand,
He gives it all, for his children to stand.
Through the storms of life, he sails the sea,
A captain of hope, steering destiny.
He toils in silence, with a worn-out smile,
Facing challenges, mile by mile.
No silver spoons, just love to share,
In the depths of hardship, he's always there.
A silent hero, with dreams put on hold,
For his two precious gems, worth more than gold.



Oh, the sacrifice of a father so true,
In the shadows, his love shines through.
With empty pockets and a heart so grand,
He gives it all, for his children to stand.
In the canvas of struggles, he paints their sky,
A selfless painter, with dreams soaring high.
He nurtures their dreams, like a garden blooms,
In the face of hardship, their future looms.
Through sleepless nights and aching bones,
He builds a bridge to dreams, with sturdy stones.
For his children's laughter, he'd give it all,
In their success, he finds a comforting call.
No silver spoons, just love to share,
In the depths of hardship, he's always there.
A silent hero, with dreams put on hold,
For his two precious gems, worth more than gold.
Oh, the sacrifice of a father so true,
In the shadows, his love shines through.
With empty pockets and a heart so grand,
He gives it all, for his children to stand.